Luyện nghe bài hát Bust 'Em In

Hard to the core we are.
The federated army of the Pharaoh squad.
Run run, we gonna tear the head up.
Uh huh, you want beef because.

I had enough of them, yo bust em in.
Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in.
Lost em in.
Bust em in. (3x)

AOTP, Nikes and ice links
You won't feel till after the punch like a spiked
Sipping Goose till my eyes pink, ninety-five rings
niggas survive things and die kings
I can hear that homie "Yo you owe it to me"
So no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie
You got a heart Then show it to me
The majestic, I spit a roll of golden fruities
I'm old school like a dooby
Daddyo my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with from groupies
A pimp and a killer, gorilla in your
Nine milli really defence of my logic
The shotgun just in the closet
Waiting for you to come dip in my shit
Nonsense, the weak never stop the thorough
Bitch suspect, I call them boys gossip girls

Hard to the core we are
The federated of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run run, we gonna tear the head up
Uh huh, you don't want beef

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in.
Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in.
Lost em in.
Bust em in. (3x)

I tools like bitches cause I always got a few biscuits
And bus em in like kids from different districts
Y'all will get your spinal discs flipped
Rhymes make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit
Nickel-plated nine like diamonds on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a bitch when the candle wick's lit
Want to sample this shit? You need to Sanskrit
And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to
Running through the Red like an escaped slave
Then holding up the walls of water with my sound
Like I was doing during Public Execution, half-human half-mutant
Ap the seed of
Gats shooting, ricocheting off of my steel body
And quarter length fat goose to conceal shotties
The god walks the surface of the Sun it won't feet
Cause when's the time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?

Hard to the motherfucking we are
The army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run run, we gonna tear the piece up
Uh huh, you want beef because

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in
Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in
bust em in
Bust em in (3x)

I'm a general, the motherfucking main man
a bird, hold a swammy with the same hand
And do a rain when blood splatters and sprays
Cement mix in your IV your anatomy grey
Nobody at A-O-T-P not trenched with OPP
I'm obsessed with OCD, a temperamental mental
cyberkenetic onboard computer integration
One of rap's innovative voices or flows
In front of buttons
I look around, all my choices blow
So now you should I'm the don of braggadocio
Flamethrower, I'm Kai and I'm keeping it dojo name goers
Come down and up, I'm training soldiers to rhyme rough and get they punchlines up
you ain't fucking with the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere
No rap is nowhere near what I just wrote oh yeah